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Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Aragog's Lair.
Dumbledore's face flickered in the firelight.
Perhaps in a broader context, the wizarding world's guardian's words might have garnered some approval and applause, but at this moment, all that appeared before him were two indifferent, calm faces.
"He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."
Erina looked thoughtfully at Dumbledore. What she had seen and heard these days, as well as the descriptions from the original work in her previous life, gradually overlapped—in the original work, even until his death, this old man had not crossed that line.
Countless facts proved that Dumbledore always trusted humanity too much.
Even if there were too many reasons to indicate the danger behind this trust, Albus Dumbledore ultimately chose to hand over the right of choice to each individual, rather than making the final judgment himself.
Just as Dumbledore feared, most things only had the difference between zero times and countless times.
Erina had no doubt that once Dumbledore fell and turned to the dark side, with the old wizard's current status, as well as the vast resources and profound, powerful magical abilities he possessed, he could definitely become the most terrifying Dark Lord in history.
"Hmph, foolish... still annoyingly weak."
Just then, Erina suddenly heard Grindelwald's sneering voice in her ear.
And, an exceptionally harsh tone of ridicule.
At least in the girl's impression, Grindelwald rarely spoke so sharply and harshly.
"You are still so indecisive, Albus, nothing has changed."
Grindelwald's lips curled into a mocking smile as he crossed his arms and snorted disdainfully.
"The most important thing in this world is still the result. Without the correct result, no matter how difficult and touching the process is, it is meaningless. As for what you are worried about... think back to everything you saw in Salzburg."
"As long as the belief is firm enough and the heart is strong enough, it can support people in overcoming thorns and darkness to reach a greater vision—perhaps some will drop out along the way, some will change, but there will always be someone who can persevere, and that is enough."
"I am against unnecessary killing. For those who would hinder the path to the final goal, even myself, even the entire group of Saints, I think it is acceptable to sacrifice, and we have indeed done so."
"All changes will touch the original rules. If you stop all progress and even deny the correctness of the goal simply because of a little bit of incorrectness, leading to the ultimate failure to achieve a good result, that is the greatest sin!"
"Gellert! I reiterate, wrong means will only make the originally correct result unrecognizable."
"Oh?! Is that so? Then let me ask you, is the legality of marriage between Muggles and wizards unrecognizable? Could it be that now before a wizard and a Muggle get together, anyone still cares that this is actually a compromise that emerged at the cost of countless sacrifices?!"
"That's not the same thing at all! That's multiple factors..."
Wow!
They're arguing! They're arguing!
Erina blinked, watching the two clashing with excitement, while munching on fragrant Scottish Terrestrial Fluffy Soft-Shell Crab legs and comfortably lying on Luwei's soft body, changing to a more comfortable position.
You know, both Grindelwald and Dumbledore have formed quite stubborn worldviews.
No matter how many times they argue, unless one of them actively abandons their own ideas, there will be no result, and it will eventually evolve into a large-scale accounting activity—which for Erina, is really...
Too exciting!
What Halloween party, what Voldemort vs. Unicorn, where is it more interesting than watching GGAD tear each other apart.
Although there's no popcorn, cola, or fries, the fragrant, crispy spider legs are enough to serve as the best viewing snack. The life of a Hogwarts little witch is so plain, low-key, and ____.
...
A few minutes later.
"You cannot prove that the so-called ideal spark can never be extinguished, but I can prove the difference between 'polluted justice' and 'pure justice,' and clearly divide the two."
"Then conversely, why are you so sure that the ideal spark will definitely deteriorate? Ridiculous! Moreover, I have said that a correct result will automatically purify itself, just like a constantly refined potion. It may never be perfect, but each time it appears, it is constantly becoming purer."
"Perhaps you can ask Professor Snape; in the hands of more people, it presents a different trend."
"Don't compare me to your clumsy students; at least the students of Durmstrang can do this!"
"Is that so? I highly doubt that, considering you could even add a bit of poison when making oatmeal."
"That's still better than you almost blowing up half a wall when baking bread!"
Facts have proven that even if two centenarian wizards argue, it won't all be profound philosophical statements. Especially when these two old men have known each other for most of their lives, the situation of occasionally exposing each other's past mistakes is the norm.
Just as Dumbledore and Grindelwald's quarrel was getting into full swing, a strange sound suddenly came to their ears.
Snap.
Snap, snap.
"Huh?"
"Um..."
The two subconsciously stopped talking and looked in the direction of the sound.
They saw a white furry ball squatting next to a dead Aragog, carefully breaking off its 'eight limbs,' and next to the girl, there were also several piles of freshly broken-off fluffy soft-shell crab legs.
Feeling the sudden disappearance of the conversation behind her, Erina slowly turned her head and met two puzzled gazes.
(⊙o⊙)…
"The ones by the campfire are finished, I just wanted to replenish a bit," Erina blinked, revealing an awkward but polite smile, "Um... you guys continue chatting, don't mind me, just pretend I don't exist."
"..."
"..."
"Or, if you're tired of arguing, I can bake you some spider legs?"
Erina swallowed and looked left and right at the black and white Dark Lords who had suddenly fallen silent, weakly raising the large handful of Aragog legs she was holding, trying to use her own cuteness to keep the entire 'performance' going.
"And then after we're full, we can continue arguing?" Grindelwald asked with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, that's... no, no, no, I mean... um... anyway..."
Erina subconsciously nodded quickly, then immediately reacted and waved her hands, trying hard to come up with a reason.
Ding!
A cute little silly hair popped up from the top of Erina's head, obediently swaying left and right.
Veela heritage talent - [Charm Humanoid]!
Activate!
Unfortunately, neither the old potato nor the old radish had a high resistance to Erina's skills. They looked at the white furry ball trying to act dumb and cute without saying a word, with the same expression as if they were looking at their own cute little granddaughter.
Stare—
Stare—
Five seconds, ten seconds...
Fifteen seconds, thirty seconds...
"..."
Facing the gazes of the two old guys, the cute smile on Erina's face gradually froze.
It seemed that something had to be said...
"Um, okay. Actually, I think..."